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Mu Fan returned with the sword, and the icy snow fell like jade chips, and disappeared without a trace after touching the sword glow.

As soon as he arrived at the bamboo house, the jade slip felt slightly hot.

The suzerain and the law enforcement elders have been guarding until now, sending inquiries to him one after another.

"It's nothing," Mu Fan replied, "He doesn't dare to make mistakes."

Unlike the snow outside the window, the inside of the bamboo house is as warm as spring.Mu Fan took off his outer robe, wearing only a light-colored gown, and picked up the book that he hadn't finished that day—but he didn't turn the pages after a long time.

After a while, Mu Fan sighed softly.

"How did you become so glib."

He put down his book and started to prepare for today's medicinal bath, but he didn't expect that there was a knock on the door outside the bamboo house, which was rarely visited by people.

Mu Fan paused for a while, and then probed out his spiritual power. In an instant, his expression was filled with shock, anger and surprise.

The door of the bamboo house was opened from the inside, and Yingdi Lu was not surprised to see Afan holding a sword and slashed at him.However, the later stage of Yuanying was absolutely suppressing the early stage of Jindan. Lu Mengji carefully grabbed his wrist, turned the Glazed Sword inward, and took the opportunity to sneak into the door.

The soft touch of the palm like warm jade made his heart tremble.

"Lu Mengji," Mu Fan said coldly, "Jianfeng is not where you should come!"

Lu Mengji quickly turned serious: "Afan, I just came to see you."

After saying that, he quickly took a look around the house.The demon cultivator has a keen sense of smell, and Lu Mengji easily caught the water vapor in the wooden barrel behind the bamboo curtain, and his mind was agitated immediately, regretting that he came at the wrong time,

Lost in thought, the left hand that was holding Mu Fan couldn't help rubbing it lightly twice again.

Mu Fan's face darkened, and he reached out to touch the jade slip of the sect.

Lu Mengji immediately said eagerly, "Afan, don't drive me away."

"Lu Mengji, your cultivation is superior to mine, and I can't help you if you don't leave." Mu Fan felt mixed feelings in his heart, and a moment of soft-heartedness actually led the wolf into the room.

"I don't worry about you," Lu Mengji's complexion changed, and he said affectionately, "Your injury has not healed, and your body is very weak."

Unlike Lu Yingdi, who has been immersed in the entertainment industry for more than two years, Mu Daochang, who lives in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests, not only has never watched a single idol drama, but even his brothers in the same school lack facial expressions——Lu Mengji's current Staring as if he could talk, actually made Mu Fan a little dazed.

Lu Mengji took advantage of the momentum to pursue, and gently grabbed Mu Fan's wrist, brought him to the table and sat down, and stretched out two fingers to check the pulse.

Mu Fan immediately moved his hands back, but seeing Lu Mengji's aggrieved and pleading eyes, it finally turned into a long sigh.

He turned his face away and stopped looking at Lu Mengji.

The artery in the wrist is one of the most vulnerable places for a monk, and handing it over to the other party is equivalent to exposing the gate of life completely under the control of others.Lu Mengji looked at Mu Fan's exquisite and flawless profile under the shadow of the lamp, and felt terribly distressed.

——He guessed right, Afan had indeed forgiven him.

It's just that today is not what it used to be, he is no longer Afan's fellow apprentice, but a monster that everyone shouts and beats.Afan can trust him in private, but as an elder of a faction, he must be wary of him.

Lu Mengji lowered his head, and a small ray of demon power gently flowed through Afan's meridians.The moment it was put in, the familiar aura of longing and longing wrapped it up, feeding back to Lu Mengji's sea of ​​consciousness, and even the demon baby trembled with joy.

However, what happened was shocking.

Mu Fan's spiritual power seems to be stable, but in fact, old wounds can be seen everywhere in his meridians.The golden core suspended above the sea of ​​consciousness had a dim luster, and its volume was a circle smaller than when he first formed the core 600 years ago.

Lu Mengji quickly discovered the problem - because the meridians were riddled with holes, within Mu Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, there was an uncontrollable flow of aura at every moment.

"Does it hurt?" Lu Mengji asked sullenly.

Mu Fan paused and shook his head.

"You lied." Lu Mengji complained, then leaned forward, covering Mu Fan's wrist with his whole hand.

Mu Fan immediately realized something and tried to withdraw, but Lu Mengji held him tightly.A steady stream of spiritual power invaded his meridians from Lu Mengji's palm, like light golden spots enveloping those dark wounds.

"Lu Mengji, you—" As soon as Mu Fan opened his mouth, he felt almost suffocated by those spots of light. His heart was beating extremely fast, the corners of his eyes were stained red, and he couldn't even control his voice. Qi and blood surged, and he felt groggy for a while.

Lu Mengji was dumbfounded at that time. Mu Fan was already extremely beautiful, but his expression was always calm. At this time, his spiritual power was surging, and he bloomed like a snow lotus in red, showing a stunning beauty in the world.

"Afan, bear with it, it will be good for you." Lu Mengji coaxed.

Entering the body with spiritual power cannot solve the root cause of the loss, but it can drink poison to quench thirst and temporarily relieve Afan's pain.

"...You, let go..."

"I don't." Lu Mengji carefully controlled the transmission of spiritual power, and finally let go only when he was sure that it was almost to the limit of Afan's tolerance.He then picked him up horizontally and put him gently on the bed: "You sleep for a while, I will watch over you."

Mu Fan pursed her lips, the aura belonging to Lu Mengji stirred in her body, although the burning continued, it soothed her meridians inch by inch, and the sharp pain from the old injury turned into a dull pain.

Lu Mengji got up, dimmed the lights, then pulled up a chair and sat down, and pulled up the quilt for Mu Fan.

Mu Fan was still so burned that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, he just felt that he was half asleep and half awake. For a while, Lu Mengji, who had blood red eyes when the demons invaded, was in front of him for a while, and for a while, it was the little girl bouncing around on Jianfeng Peak. Lu Mengji, and after a while, it was Continental Mengji sitting silently in front of the bed.

Why didn't he fork this person out just now?

"But can't sleep?" Lu Mengji said to himself, "Let me tell you a story."

Shut up.Mu Fan thought, but couldn't speak.

"Once upon a time there was a little leopard..."

Mu Fan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he shrank back under the quilt.

"Don't want to hear it? Come, let me tell you a story about Lu Zun beheading Demon Zun with his sword."

Mu Fan shrank back inside again.

Lu Mengji could only see that his heart was as soft as water, wishing to dig him out of the quilt and kiss him, but his rationality prevailed: "Tell me about last year, I won an award called the Golden Globe Award. I think I played in the demon world." After killing for 600 years, I am just a Venerable Lu who has commanded hundreds of thousands of little demons, who would have thought that once I win the prize, those billions of ordinary people will call me Your Majesty."

Mu Fan didn't move, and listened with ears raised.

Lu Mengji thought to himself, Ah Fan really still cared about the common people in the world as before - but now the common people in the world are all fans of Lu Mengji, and the two-year plan was really not in vain.

Seeing that Afan was interested, Lu Mengji was malicious and did not continue talking, instead chatting here and there.

"I came here this time and brought a few Yaodu imperial doctors. Don't worry, I will never let them enter Yuxuzong. After a few days, Afan, you go down the mountain to visit the class, and I will let them see you. "

"I have a wrap-up meeting next month. If Ah Fan wants to come out to get some fresh air, you might as well come and take a look, when the Golden Globe Best Actor will take you down the red carpet—"

"Afan has seen this little snake before? Let's feed it some spirit stones today, and tomorrow it will be stewed. Afan wants to stew shiitake mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, or Coprinus comatus..."

Lu Mengji stopped suddenly and looked at the bed with concern.

Mu Fan's lips moved slightly, and the spiritual power belonging to Lu Mengji in his body gradually merged with his dantian, the burning sensation subsided, and he regained some strength to speak.

"What is Afan talking about? But you want Coprinus comatus?" Lu Mengji asked happily.

Mu Fan took a deep breath, and spoke weakly, although he scolded but without dignity: "Put the snake away."

Lu Mengji opened his eyes wide: "It ate up to six of my top-grade spirit stones!"

Mu Fan said: "That's the second-class protected animal in Xianding Mountain, Baihuajin."

Seeing that he was willing to answer his own words, Lu Mengji was already very beautiful, but he still quibbled: "It is a second-level protected animal, and I am a first-level protected animal. The first-level eats the second-level, and the way is natural, as it should be." .”

When it was over, he moved the chair to Afan's bed.

Mu Fandai gathered some strength, opened his eyes, and finally couldn't help but said, "Lu Mengji, when did you become so glib."

Lu Mengji immediately interfaced: "No, it's been 600 years since we saw each other."

Mu Fan fell silent again after hearing the words.

When Lu Mengji saw this, he immediately wanted to slap himself. Why did he bring up that sad thing again when there was a beautiful woman by his side?He immediately changed the subject, and asked with some trepidation: "Afan, are you not angry with me anymore?"

Mu Fan didn't answer, but said: "You are no longer a disciple of Jianfeng, you shouldn't be here due to emotion and reason. When the snow outside the window stops, go back."

Lu Mengji persisted: "Afan, are you really not angry with me?"

Nascent Soul monster, if Afan wants to drive him away, he can drive him away, why wait for the snow to stop?

Mu Fan said: "In two hours, someone will come to deliver the medicine. If you are trapped, go through the back mountain."

Lu Mengji was already smiling: "Afan, you—"

Mu Fan sighed: "Lu Mengji, I never blamed you for what happened back then."

Lu Mengji paused.

Like thunder, the dusty past 600 years ago resurfaced——

The demon-suppressing bell rang, and he descended the mountain like a walking corpse, as if he had left his soul.Someone mocked in his ear: "I thought it was a celestial monster, but I didn't expect it to be a bastard with impure blood. I don't know how to cultivate a golden core. It would be suitable to use him to deal with Tian Shui Sizi."

Lu Mengji only remembered that he was in a daze, holding a sword, his eyes were blood red, and he was at a loss.The Jiange disciples on the side of the road were shocked when they saw him: "Junior Brother Lu, you have learned the truth..."

He knew something was wrong with him, and he just wanted to find Afan as soon as possible.

At that time, Afan and several senior brothers were defending the city on the sword stage, and there were still countless monsters scrambling to climb up the abyss below the stage.Seeing him coming, Afan was a little surprised, but also seemed anxious: "Didn't you be guarded at Jianfeng?"

"I—" As soon as Lu Mengji opened his mouth, countless killing thoughts flooded into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In a trance, he saw someone aiming the tip of the sword at A Fan, and immediately let out a roar, his whole body surged with spiritual power, and stabbed the sword in his hand fiercely—followed by the terrified scream of the little disciple, the illusion dissipated— —

Lu Mengji had a nightmare for 600 years, repeating the scene every time.

His blade was stuck in Afan's chest cavity.

His hands were covered in blood.

Afan fell softly in his arms, eyes closed, breathing weakly, pale lips slightly opened and closed, but he couldn't say the last word to him—only Lu Mengji was heartbroken. roar.

——"Master, don't listen to the nonsense of that evil animal. He is of the blood of the great monster Mengji, how could he not reach the demon bell?! Because his life and death are uncertain for Junior Brother Mu, Qing Jue thought that if he didn't kill this evil animal, Tianshui Sword Pavilion can hardly sleep or eat in peace!"

——"Lu Mengji, murdered his fellow disciples, but refused to plead guilty. Come and send them to the Demon Refining Pagoda."

——"No, Lu Mengji's beast was robbed by the demon cultivator!"

In the abyss where countless monsters were bred, Lu Mengji's eyes were red, looking at the Demon Lord holding the demon-suppressing bell, his canthus cracked, wishing he could cut him into pieces.

But the man sneered: "Little brat. Thanks to your sword, although he didn't die, it looks like he won't live for long."

……

Lu Mengji frowned, and could still see blood on his hands in a trance, as if Afan on the bed was just a phantom when he was obsessed.

"Afan, I—" he said hastily.

"Don't be afraid." Mu Fan stretched out her hand, as if sensing his loss, covered his cold fingertips, and comforted him word by word, "I don't blame you, because I believe in you."